What we do with it once we analyze it, is where the art comes in," Peter said."I have a feeling that you aren't kidding. You have a feel for this shit...don't you?" Trish asked."Well I have some unique incidents in my back ground that makes it possible to weigh all the possibilities," Peter said.Two hours into the drive home they stopped at an economy motel. The owner seemed to be Persian. The motel itself seemed to be more upscale than the mom and pop version of a middle eastern motel. The lobby. My lover knows how much my body craves his touch. He runs his fingers up my sides and runs them behind me. He lightly runs them up my back to the snap of my bra. He expertly releases me from it. My breasts are free within the lacy cups. He pulls the straps down and gives me a wicked smile. When he gives me that smile, I know he is about to give it to me. I can feel myself moisten. My pussy is more than ready. He throws the bra to the floor and pushes me against the door frame. My tit is in his. “Oh god! What the fuck! That really hurt. Ow. Ow. Ow.” “Shut up, you big girl,” she said, with surprising tenderness. She knelt down and gently put an arm on him and coaxed him up, speaking to him like a c***d. “Shhh, stop whimpering. Jesus. Shhh. Hey, it’s okay. Here, c’mon, get up. Back on your knees, that’s it. There.” Wendell found himself kneeling again, looking up at the most beautiful teenaged girl in the world. The teenaged girl who owned the only pussy he’d ever. O'Hara."Naomi jumped in, "You'll have to pay for the time."Claire looked concerned. I shook my head. "No. I'm on a monthly plan. It doesn't matter whether I use it one minute or a million minutes."Finally Naomi nodded yes. Claire was ecstatic.That night, I set up two logins for the computer, mine as administrator and Claire's as guest. I also locked away all of the business directories so she couldn't screw something up by accident. I set up a main screen with all of the programs she might need.